LOGIN"Owen... you need to cut yourself some slack," she says gently, reaching up to lightly brush her thumb against my cheekbone. "You don't have to be the invincible counselor right now. You just lost your mom, honey. I know how much she meant to you. I know how much you loved her, and I know how hard y
I watch Sydney walk away from me, her spine perfectly straight, her head held high like a queen marching out of a ruined kingdom. Her words—sharp, icy, and dripping with disgust that makes my skin crawl—still echo in the quiet space of the dining room. "While you're busy playing love and playing h
My heart drops into my shoes, a sickening wave of nausea swirling in my stomach. He sharply pulls away after a beat, his hands coming up to grip her shoulders, his face a mix of shock and discomfort. "Camille, what are you doing here? How did you even get past the gates?" "Oh, Owen, I came the sec
I lean in across the dark wood, my jaw tight, waiting for the genius to drop some mind-blowing corporate strategy. Owen slides his glass entirely out of the way, his eyes tracking mine with a sudden, sharp intensity. "The first thing we need to do," he says, leaning his forearms on the table, "is p
I don't wait to hear another word. A blinding, white-hot rush of pure adrenaline and rage explodes in my chest. Before I even realize what I’m doing, my arm whips forward. I throw my phone across the bedroom with every ounce of strength I have left. It hits the far drywall with a sickening smack,
I sit on the edge of the mattress, the silence of my locked bedroom pressing in from all sides. My scalp still burns from where I was aggressively pulling at the tangles earlier, but I barely care. I slowly run a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath that shudders against my teeth. The r
"God, I never thought I’d get to revisit this goddamn scene again!" I’m standing in the middle of the fake street, soaked to the bone, shivering as the overhead sprinklers pelt me with what feels like ice-cold needles. This fucking scene again! Of all the deleted scenes from the movie, it had to
"What are you even doing, Owen?" Honestly, what am I doing? I'm driving on the outskirts of town trying to find a car workshop, just because I don't think my accident was not an accident at all. I should maybe have hired a private investigator, but there are just things I think anyone but me would
The moment I step onto the threshold of my trailer, the air feels... wrong. It smells different from my usual scent, and there's this shift in the air that tells me that someone has been here. I freeze, my hand still gripping the door handle. At first glance, everything looks normal. The vanity lig
"Sir, I really must insist—Mr. Newton is in the middle of an extremely sensitive meeting. You can't just—" Miller, Deckard’s spineless excuse for an assistant, is practically jogging to keep up with me. His voice is a desperate high-pitched whine that I find more irritating than the ringing in my e







